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Lumber Camp Journal 3
Week 7
I won't admit it to the crew, but something may not be right here. Apart from the dead squirrels.
I get reports of trees sewing themselves shut when my laborers try to chop them down. There are strange noises deep in the woods that we can never make sense of. And the shadows are getting darker at night.
It sounds superstitious, but something's out there and it's not happy with our work. Worse yet, I get the feeling that it's closing in, fast.
More of the crew want to leave, but I can't let them go. And it's not for any selfish reasons. I'm worried if they leave, they won't make it upriver.
<The page is torn. There are spots of dired [sic] blood on the edges>